It is Emmy day here in L.A. which has me feeling extremely happy and excited … while on the other side of the world, in Sydney, I found out that yesterday some bigoted goober – or is it gooba – hired a skywriter to campaign for ‘no’ in the $122M non-binding same sex marriage postal survey. (This survey is non-binding and will guide politicians to do their job and a whole lot of them have vowed to ignore it and vote against same-sex-marriage anyway).
What a dirty fuckstain. Obvi, heterosexual fucking, lead to said stain.
Anyway, it broke my heart that someone would choose to waste so much money, and so many resources AND slots with air traffic control that could go to the Royal Flying Doctor Service or something that is saving lives and making a difference, rather than campaigning against equal rights impeding on … their privilege?
Oh … and against sending a message to all LGBTQI+ youth that would feel accepted by society if they weren’t legally disadvantaged. But yeah … voting no is a vote for thinking of the children and wanting what is best for society? Because hate is always the best vote.
Anyway, this bigotry made me extremely sad because my marriage isn’t recognised in our country and I got to thinking about all my friends that are lucky enough to live in a country where love, actually, wins. So I reached out to my dear friend Blue Hamilton.
While yes he is my ex, Blue and my relationship ended amicably and we’ve grown to become the dearest of friends (and were each other’s best men at our weddings). I called him, sobbing while working with Ty’s glam squad, sick of Australia telling me my heart is wrong, and asked for him to come to L.A. to remind me that it will get passed and my husband and I will be able to call each other such, like he and his.
What do I make to thank him for dropping everything to cheer me up while the homophobes are getting me down and I’m away from my peeps?
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